Returning Poem by anais vionet

We're off to New Haven - hurry, hurry -
we're jammin, crammin, slappin`
and slammin` everything into our bags.

'Fifteen minutes to take-off, '
Michael announced, 'the chopper's waiting.'
with hugs all around we separated.

Our roommates too, are all catching flights
vectoring in from various sites -
our motley group will reassemble tonight.

Pew rated Yale one of the hardest universities
to get into in '23 - so is it really a certainty
that our cardkeys will let us into our residency?

Fall grades came out yesterday - Lisa and I are all grins
- we'll have thirteen days to visit and settle in
and reorganize things before Spring semester begins.

I hope that your vacations were as fun as ours
but the New Year's begun and in a matter of hours
we'll resume the school grind, our holidays devoured.
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**NOTE: Michael was just hurrying us along, it takes ~30 minutes, in Manhattan, to go from Central Park South to the TSS Heliport - but it's not like they'll leave without us.*